Mirrthful
patreon
(C96) The Chariot's Epilogue
🕑 Added 2025-02-23 17:37:50 +0000 UTC“Senators of the Republic, loyal citizens of our great democracy–”
“It is with a heavy heart that I convene this Extraordinary Session of the Senate tonight. The long war that has torn our galaxy asunder for the past three years should have ended yesterday. Our brave soldiers, the Grand Army of this Republic, had brought the Separatist threat to its knees. The final battle was upon us. Our forces had surrounded the traitorous Count Dooku and his closest circle. One final push, one last sacrifice, and this long night would have ended in peace and victory…”
“But that victory had been stolen from us. By those we had trusted most!”
The Jedi Order–those who once swore to be the guardians of our Republic–have betrayed us all!”
“At the crucial hour, as our legions closed in on the cowering enemy, the Jedi turned their blades against the Republic. Against you. They conspired with the Separatists at Serenno, the very enemy they swore to fight! The so-called defenders of justice revealed their true nature: self-serving warlords, intent not on peace, but on power. They did not seek to end the war; they sought to seize control of our Republic itself!”
“Even here, in the seat of our democracy, their treachery ran deep. As our brave soldiers fought at Serenno, the Jedi launched a cowardly attempt to overthrow your government to dismantle this Senate, to overthrow the government you have elected, and to assassinate me, to bring anarchy to the Republic from which they would impose their rule by force!”
“They thought they could destroy us at our most vulnerable–but I am pleased to say I survived only by the will of our people and the courage of our soldiers, and that is our greatest proof to these traitors that not even their strange magics and mystics could destroy our resolve! The Jedi were repelled, and their Order has been dismantled. Their conspiracy has been exposed, their treason undeniable.”
“But their treachery has come at great cost, I fear. With their betrayal, the Separatists were handed victory. Instead of peace, the war rages on! Instead of unity, our Republic has been fractured!”
“Look around you! See those empty seats and empty chairs! They are traitors, I say to you, one and all, and they have taken the hateful Separatist ideology to bed! And so I ask you, citizens of this Republic: what must be done?”
“Shall we allow this treason to stand? Shall we allow the Jedi, now scattered like vermin, to strike from the shadows, to plot their return? Shall we permit these radical Secessionists to dictate the future of the Republic with their lies and violence? Shall we allow the Separatists, emboldened by their treacherous new allies, to continue their campaign of terror against our people? Shall we allow them to undo all we have fought, bled, and suffered for?”
“NO!”
“The time has come to ensure that such treachery never threatens us again! The time has come to forge a new path. A stronger path. A united path upon which we can all walk and share with pride!”
“And so I come to you, senators, the architects of our society! And so I come to you, citizens, the stones upon which our great civilisation is built! Help me build our new path, together as one! Tonight, help see through this new law concerning the New Order of our Republic, and I promise all of you this; all remaining traitors will be hunted down, rooted out wherever they may hide, and brought to justice, dead or alive! All collaborators will suffer the same fate. Those who protect the enemy are the enemy!”
“No longer will our Republic be weakened by disloyalty, by the corruption of partisan squabbling, by the inefficiency of bureaucracy. No longer will the ambitions of a few outweigh the needs of the many. If we are to survive–if we are to prevail–we must be stronger. We must rise over these vices that have stagnated us for far too long!”
“This will be our salvation! Under this New Order, we shall root out treason, and the will of the people shall once more be absolute. This I pledge to you the Jedi traitors will be hunted to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. That the Separatists, emboldened by their false victory, will be met with the full might of our restored Republic. Our enemies, whoever they may be, near or far, will be wiped from the stars!”
“Ever since I donned this coat that is sacred and dear to me, my whole life has been nothing but one long struggle for our people, for our restoration, and for our Republic. I pledge to you; I will only take it off after our final victory, or I will not live to see that end.”
“And just as I myself am ready at any time to stake my life, I ask the same of all of you. If we are to survive this turbulent time, we must be faithful to the old principle that brought us this far; that It is quite unimportant whether we ourselves live, but it is essential that our people shall live, that our Republic shall live!”
“The sacrifice that is demanded of us now is not greater than the sacrifice that many generations before us have made! If we form a society built upon each other, resolved never to surrender, then we will master every hardship and difficulty!”
“I promise all of you this– If our will is so strong that no defeat and suffering can subdue it, then our will and our great Republic must and shall ultimately… prevail.”
⁂
Phindar Orbit, Phindar System
Demetras Sector
What will become of us now? Jedi Master Luminara Unduli could only question as she watched the remnants of the Jedi Expeditionary Fleet trickle towards Phindar Station like driftwood washing up on a beach after an ocean storm.
As if reading her mind, Jedi Master Rahm Kota spoke next to her, in his gruff way; “I’ve hammered out an agreement with the Phindian government. They’ve signed the Gallian Manifesto and agreed to a ceasefire with the Separatist Alliance–or rather the Confederacy.”
A small, wry smile emerged from Luminara’s tattooed lips, “Suddenly acknowledging the Confederacy, Master Kota?”
Master Rahm Kota crossed his arms and shrugged, “I would rather only one half of the galaxy despise us, rather than the whole of it. The Separatists are our benefactors now–better start kissing up to them.”
The esteemed Jedi Order, forced to kiss the feet of the Outer Rim to survive. Would you imagine that? Master Luminara’s gaze was fixed beyond the viewports, docking tubes were extending between Republic warships and massive prison hulks tugged out to the open berths. She could only imagine the legions of cloned troopers being transferred between them, and thought of her own 41st Elite Corps, held in captivity upon her flagship Garland–for their safety, and for hers too.
Rahm Kota followed her gaze, and snorted, “Appears that I was right in the end. The clones were never to be trusted.”
The Mirialan Jedi shook her head slowly, “Their behavior doesn’t match up. We’ll find out what’s wrong with them.”
“They’re only loyalty is to whomever their Kaminoan breeders made them,” Rahm told her brusquely, “Just as a droid’s only loyalty is whomever programmed them. You cannot compare them to a man’s loyalty, uniquely molded by decades of life and experiences. It is not that I blame the clones for being who they are; both clones and droids have nothing to believe in, and nothing to fight for. Naturally, they can fight for who made them.”
“It can’t be that simple,” Luminara insisted, “We would have sensed that.”
“I sensed that,” Rahm looked her in the eye, his eyes bright and alive, “I sensed that and I warned you all. It is not as if a Jedi’s senses are infallible in the first place, otherwise we wouldn’t be in predicament would we?”
Luminara Unduli released an aggrieved sigh, “I concur.”
“...Look alive, Master Unduli,” Rahm tried to comfort her, “If there was one thing you were right about, and I was wrong about, it is that the Battle Hydra would keep his word.”
He gestured to the hangar bays and loading docks, where shuttles and tenders were now landing with the hiss of compressing hydraulics. The boarding ramps lowered, jets of white atmosphere spraying over them. Then, from the mist, the first figures emerged.
They came in twos and threes at first–shadowed silhouettes stepping into the light, draped in robes that had once been white and brown but were now blackened and frayed at the edges. The first to step forth was a Mon Cal Jedi, one of his webbed hands clutching a crude splint across his ribs, the other gripping the shoulder of a Nautolan Knight whose every step wavered with exhaustion. Behind them, a Mirialan limped forth, leaning heavily on a makeshift crutch. Then a trio of Padawans, gaunt and weary-eyed, their tunics in tatters and supporting each other down.
More shuttles touched down in staggered intervals, and with each descending ramp, more Jedi spilled onto the deck. A Rodian Knight with one arm in a sling, a Twi-Lek with his lekku wrapped in stained bandages. A Togruta Master, her once-immaculate headdress marred with soot and dried blood, walking with deliberate dignity despite the pain in her gait. Some even had their arms thrown over the shoulders of Separatist soldiers, carried down the ramps. Others lay flat on hover-stretchers, unconscious, pale, kept breathing only by the med-droids that accompanied them.
But what mattered most was that they were free. There were no binders. No chains. And there were no noticeable signs of coercion. The Separatist soldiers that guided them were more escorts than captors, shepherding the wounded rather than transporting prisoners-of-war. Super battle droids clanked behind them in orderly columns, their wrist-cannons pointed upwards rather than forwards. As soon as they touched the station’s deck, Rahm’s militiamen rushed forward to take the injured off their hands.
Master Luminara exhaled.
Rain Bonteri had kept his word, that was true. But she could only fear–that all the Jedi standing before her now were truly what’s left of the ancient order that once spanned the length and breadth of the entire galaxy. The Jedi Temple had been destroyed–that, the Supreme Chancellor made abundantly clear in his address to the Extraordinary Session of the Senate–and most Jedi in the galaxy hadn’t the convenient protection of the Perlemian Coalition nearby.
How many were left?
Could it truly be just this meagre number before her remaining?
“–I believe that’s them,” Rahm Kota’s voice shook her from that reverie of worry.
He waved towards an armoured shuttle, setting down with a loud thud. It was large, large enough that it drew the attention of the gathered crowd in the hangar bay, Phindians, militiamen, and Jedi alike. The huge boarding ramp descended with slow, deliberate weight, like the unfurling of a great curtain. The first form to emerge was an unmistakable one; the six-armed massiveness of Admiral Trench.
As the crowd instinctively parted before him, the Old Spider glanced at them, gestured his greetings, and continued onwards.
Right behind him was his escort of battle droids, their formation surrounding a monolithic, hovering metal slab large enough to house a grown man inside. Master Luminara soon identified the device to be a containment sarcophagus, specifically designed to hold Force-users.
The Mandalorians used similar devices in their long history of fighting Jedi. The sarcophagus was more or less a giant block of metal with a hollow recess perfectly molded to the shape of the prisoner, thus forcing zero room for movement. In addition to a rigid gag, soundproofing both-ways, the prisoner was also under constant sedation by dozens of surgical needles inside.
Count Dooku must be inlaid within, she realised, bound and sedated and gagged, but alive nonetheless.
Phindar would be the final stop before Raxus Secundus, where he would meet whatever fate the Pantoran would have in store for him.
“For us, the long war is over.”
It took all of Luminara’s dignity as a Jedi Master to not flinch out of her skin as Rain Bonteri’s calm voice materialised them into existence. Her head snapped to her left, where the Battle Hydra’s towering form rose over her shoulder, his purple cape, once vibrant, now faded and loosely draped over his shoulder.
“For you, the long war has just begun,” if he noticed her surprise, he did not show it, completely fixated on the moving sarcophagus.
“Admiral Bonteri,” Master Rahm Kota greeted.
The Battle Hydra inclined his head politely, but continued undeterred; “Make no mistake, Master Jedi, there is no place in the galaxy for your people anymore. That thousand-year epoch has ended.”
Luminara started, “The Confederacy–”
Bonteri’s serpentine irises darted towards her, despite his head not budging an inch, “I will not stop you from trying, but I would not encourage you either. Know that your rescue from Serenno was borne out of pity–my pity for you. My protection will not extend any further. The Separatists are not your friends, and I am but one voice against many.”
“Surely the Confederate Parliament would see the merits of hosting the Jedi Order?”
“We were already traitor once,” Rahm grunted, “Who's to say we won’t be traitor again?”
Rain Bonteri smiled grimly, “You may try to find sympathetic voices on Raxus–there will be, no doubt, but the Jedi Order will never enjoy the same freedoms and autonomies it had on Coruscant. The way I foresee it; your choices would either be to be integrated into the military, and become another branch of the Confederate Armed Forces if you’re lucky, or…”
He mused for a moment, “–Or find a private benefactor. A system willing to host you, perhaps, in exchange for your… services. Regardless, you will not be treated as refugees, but as assets to be acquired.”
“So the choice is between becoming soldiers, or becoming mercenaries,” Luminara summarised dejectedly.
“The Phindian government has already agreed to loan us Phindar Station for a time,” Rahm Kota informed her, “At least until the station is repaired and restored. We can remain here temporarily, at least until we rescue as many fleeing Jedi as possible. Then, we can decide where to go.”
The Battle Hydra observed the proceedings quietly, his eyes scanning the internal dimensions of the hangar bay. Suddenly, two tapered ears appeared in Luminara’s peripheral vision–belonging to a LEP assistant droid. The Separatist Admiral glanced downwards, gratefully receiving a tablet from the rabbit droid, and taking a look at it. His eyes widened, and the corner of his lips curled into a smirk.
“How long are you planning to stay here?” he asked them then.
“I plan to use Phindar Station as a safe refuge for Jedi among the stars, those escaping from Palpatine’s Republic,” Rahm Kota shook his head, “I know not how long that will take, or how long the Phindian’s would tolerate our stay.”
“I advise you to make your sojourn here brief,” Rain Bonteri warned them, “Phindar is on the edge of Separatist space, and there are many among us who would seek to exploit you for their own ends. Chief among them is our Supreme Commander, Sev’rance Tann, who entertains ambitions of a Force-sensitive military. The remnants of your Jedi Order are, in a sense, a golden goose just within reach.”
The two Jedi Masters tensed up. Luminara Unduli folded her hands within the frayed sleeves of her robe, her posture serene, but Rahm Kota was less subtle. His fingers curled near the hilt of his lightsaber as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
The hangar was quiet save for the distant hum of repulsorlifts, the murmur of voices as the newly arrived Jedi tended to their wounded, or stood in solemn clusters, whispering amongst themselves. The air smelled of fuel, ion exhaust, and the lingering acrid bite of burnt cloth and cauterized wounds.
Luminara glanced up at the Separatist Admiral beside her. She was not blind to the truth of what he was saying. Even now, as their wounded were being treated, she could feel the eyes upon them–Phindian officials watching warily from a distance, Separatist commanders exchanging quiet words, calculating.
She revised her earlier assessment; they were not prisoners, not yet. But they were not free either.
“Thank you for the warning,” Master Luminara finally said, “You’ve done too much for us.”
“...I have information that may aid in your decision-making,” Bonteri suddenly admitted, “But how you use it is up to you.”
Rahm Kota shifted, taking a vested interest.
“You may have not heard yet, but the Galactic Republic has fractured,” he explained, “On one side is your enemy, Palpatine’s Republic, but they call themselves either the Loyalist or Legitimist Republic. On the other side are your erstwhile allies, the Secessionist Republic, though they call themselves the Restorationist Republic.”
“...You don’t sound too keen on the Restorationists,” Luminara observed.
“I am very keen on keeping the Republic splintered,” the Battle Hydra said dryly, “But if you want to avoid being soldiers anymore, then the Restorationists should not be your first choice. If you just want the best possible terms, the Restorationists are your best bet, however. They will certainly take you in. Whether they survive this new era is up to debate.”
Rahm Kota nodded slowly, “Agreed.”
“But you’ve got options,” Bonteri shrugged, “South of the Restorationists are their allies, the Tapani Federation, who also seceded from the Coruscant. They’ve got a higher chance of survival, being a more centralised state far from Palpatine’s centre of power, but in all honesty I do not know whether they would entertain you. Hosting the Jedi would paint them as a target, after all. Still, there is no harm in trying.”
Luminara silently shook her head.
“There’s one more option,” Bonteri shifted, crossing arms, “They’re the safest bet too, but only if you can get there.”
“I didn’t know there were still people so sympathetic to our cause,” Master Kota interjected sardonically.
“Empress Teta is already hosting survivors from the Jedi Temple.”
Master Kota immediately bit back his words. Luminara stilled in surprise.
“How do you know this?” she asked in concealed astonishment.
“Nevermind that, how would we even get there?” Master Kota said frustratedly, “The only established route to Empress Teta is through the Coruscant System. We have a whole fleet we would need to transit through an active warzone, and hostile territory no less.”
“The same way I reached Empress Teta,” the Battle Hydra tilted his head, “Through Yag’Dhul. There’s a route there that bypasses Loyalist Space. Your fleet will have to transit half the galaxy; through Separatist, Hutt, Restorationist, and Tapani Space. Every single one of them will try to get their hands on you, maybe except the Hutts. When you reach Yag’Dhul, however, just use my name to negotiate with the Body Calculus, and you’re home free.”
Rain Bonteri then blew out an explosive breath, looked down at his LEP droid, then back at them, and smiled.
“I think that’s all, right Hare?” he made to depart, but paused and doubled back, “Nevermind, there’s one more.”
“And what’s that?”
“Quit,” he said bluntly, but not unkindly, “Jedi is now a hazardous occupation–but your skills open you up to so much more. Farmer, explorer, physician, merchant, actor, advisor, mercenary, bounty hunter, treasure hunter, barkeep and restaurant owner. Leave or reform the Jedi, secure a citizenship in any nation, or on any planet, then use your skills to thrive in anything you do. The ‘Jedi Order’ can become a damn theatre troupe if it so wishes.”
“The universe is now yours to take,” he turned to leave before they could speak again, “Just remember this; the galaxy has no more place for you, just as it has no more place for anyone. Everything you want, you have to reach out and grasp it. Seize opportunities where you can, carve out a place for yourself, go anywhere you want to go, and be anything you want to be. Godspeed.”
Luminara Unduli and Rahm Kota shared a look as the caped man disappeared into the recesses of Phindar Station, before collectively turning to gaze out the viewports once more.
…
Was it just them, or were the stars now shining so much more brightly?
⁂
Mimban, Circapous System
Circapous Sector
Sev’rance Tann descended the ramp of her shuttle with all the poise of a conqueror. The cold, damp air of Mimban wrapped around her like a second cloak, thick with the scent of wet earth and ionized discharge. She knew not whether to be impressed or insulted by their choice of table.
Mimban was indeed a world torn between the Republic and Separatist armies, each vying for control over the both locationally and resourcefully strategic world. A world with vast jungles and even vaster swamplands, Mimban has switched hands multiple times over the course of the war, one that has left this muddy, hellish nightmare.
In fact, elsewhere on-world, the ceaseless thunder of field artillery could still be heard in the distance, rustling the leaves and shaking the undergrowth like the uneven gait of an approaching giant
She envisioned herself shot to death half a hundred times before she even set a single foot off the boarding ramp. She smiled, even as her security detail surrounded her, as she sensed the troopers hidden behind thick trunks, the sharpshooters buried in the treeline, and the targeting systems locked onto her the moment she stepped into view.
Then there was the bunker, nestled in the no man’s land, duracrete walls half-swallowed by creeping vines and craters borne from shell impacts. It was alive, however, lighting its dark halls with harsh glowpanels and filling its corridors with shadows that seemed to track her as she moved across them..
Inside, the Republic delegation stood waiting beneath flickering lights. Officers in stark uniforms, intelligence operatives with blank stares, staffers with fidgeting hands. At their center, draped in the red and gold of his station, was the Vice Chair of the Republic–Mas Amedda, the Chagrian Speaker of the Republic Senate.
Sev’rance Tann let her eyes settle on him, slow and deliberate. Then she laughed.
“They sent you?” she all but purred, striding forward with lazy confidence, “I must say, that is either an insult to me… or to you.”
Mas Amedda’s crimson eyes did not waver, but she saw his fingers tighten ever so slightly against the sleeves of his robe.
“I come as the Supreme Chancellor’s voice,” he replied, his tone even, “The Republic is prepared to make an offer.”
Sev’rance allowed amusement to play at the edge of her lips, “Certainly. And yet, one must wonder–if the Supreme Chancellor truly valued this meeting, would he not have sent someone… less disposable?”
A flicker of annoyance crossed Amedda’s features, brief but perceptible.
“You mistake caution for disrespect,” he replied coolly, “It would not do for our leader to walk into a warlord’s den without assurances.”
Sev’rance’s smile widened, “Warlord? Ah, now that is interesting. I wonder why it is then that your invitation was extended to me, and not the Confederate Parliament?”
Mas Amedda gestured to a table, at which Sev’rance gladly took a seat, “We were under the impression that the Confederate Parliament had been suspended, and it is your personage that controls true power in the Confederacy.”
“...I do, don’t I?” the Supreme Commander sighed, leaning back as a staffer placed two identical tablets on the table, “So I presume this will be a treaty? We tried this before, on Onderon.”
But Sev’rance did suppose the whole Onderon affair had been somewhat of a farce, attended by politicians and bureaucrats and delegates and press and media… and not who actually controlled power behind the two parties. She supposed this was the Supreme Chancellor’s method of rectifying that issue. Another jungle world, but this time a simple affair, attended by two people, one room, and one small desk.
Ah, I wish it was the Chancellor himself opposing me, Sev’rance picked up the tablet, and not this insipid creature. I would love to see his expression.
“Indeed, and we are hopeful there wouldn’t be any undue disturbances found here,” the Vice-Chair of the Republic said pointedly.
“So do I,” she murmured in return, opaque red eyes scanning the document in her hand.
The tablet was heavy in her hand, though not from its physical weight. It bore the full weight of a war, of fleets and armies, of countless lives spent and ruined. The tablet was heavy indeed… heavy in the Force. She tapped a sharp fingertip idly against the screen as she read, the small sound echoing in the dim chamber.
“Article One,” Mas Amedda stared intently at her, “The cessation of hostilities in the galactic north–Entralla Route, Celanon Spur and Hydian Way; galactic east–Perlemian Trade Route, Trellen Trade Route, and Nanth’ri Route; and galactic south–Corellian Run, Hydian Way, and Rimma Trade Route. The specifications of the proposed administrative borders are details inside.”
“...If the Circapous Sector is to be ceded to the Republic,” the Supreme Commander of the CAF said, “Then the Confederacy must receive reparations in return.”
“What do you suggest?”
“The Manda Merchant Route and all the sectors south of it.”
The Chagrian raised a hairless eyebrow, “Including Kamino?”
“Does your Republic value Mimban or Kamino more?”
“...The exact details can be adjusted later.”
“Wonderful,” Sev’rance grinned, showing all teeth, “Secondly, the Confederacy cannot guarantee a ceasefire in the galactic north. The New Territories is currently occupied by insurgents; Serennian and corporate forces. Just as your Republic cannot guarantee a ceasefire on the Corellian Run–”
“The Republic,” Mas Amedda corrected sharply, his voice edged with irritation, “That being said, your point brings us to Article Two.”
“Non-interference?” Sev’rance Tann leaned back, tapping a finger against the table, “A curious demand. Why would we agree to that?”
“Because these insurgents are our common enemy,” Amedda replied, his fist striking the table surface with a dull thud, “Each uprising inspires the next, eroding the very foundation of our governments. They are a plague, and neither of us should harbor them, aid them, or treat with them in any form.”
An uneven bargain. Sev’rance narrowed her crimson eyes. A fractured Core, wracked by infighting, was to the Confederacy’s advantage–it kept the Galactic Interior bleeding, distracted, vulnerable. Meanwhile, the remnants of Dooku’s forces in the New Territories were little more than exiles, disorganized and scattered to the farthest fringes of the Outer Rim.
Yet she had more immediate concerns. To secure the Confederacy’s sovereignty, a peace must be forged–at least for now. She negotiated from a position of strength, but her grasp was finite. Every moment spent juggling Raxus politics and waging war across the stars chipped away at her authority. A reprieve, even a fragile one, would give her time to solidify the state.
“I am open to further discussion on the specifics,” she conceded smoothly. “But in principle, I can accommodate this agreement.”
Amedda’s posture eased slightly.
“Good,” He pressed forward, “Article Three: the exchange of war prisoners.”
“Agree,” Sev’rance waved the topic aside with a flick of her hand,”There is no need for further deliberation–your terms are reasonable. However, the Confederacy will not be surrendering any of its officers, nor shall we expect the Republic to do so in turn.”
Amedda hesitated for only a fraction of a second before dipping his head in acknowledgment. “Very well.”
And so it continued like that for hours, the two figures sat across from one another in the dim-lit bunker, voices measured yet sharp, sparring and parrying each new condition and agreement. Supply routes, economic reparations, the status of disputed systems along the Mid Rim border. Each concession was weighed against another, an unseen scale sat between, each silence stretched with strategic calculations.
Finally, they reached the last point.
"Article Ten," Amedda announced, his deep voice reverberating against the bunker walls, "The establishment of a direct transmission line between the Coruscant and Raxus Secundus–a direct channel for diplomatic correspondence and potential future collaboration."
Sev’rance Tann raised an eyebrow, “You mean to circumvent the official diplomatic protocols?”
“War is costly, Supreme Commander,” Mas Amedda elaborated, “And looking towards the future, there may come a time when both our governments see greater value in coordination than conflict. Let us speak plainly; between our two governments lies two-thirds of the galaxy. Direct communication between our two leaders will go far in easing tension in moments of misunderstanding and crises.”
“I was under the impression your Chancellor seeked to reunify the galaxy,” she leaned back, “At least, he said as such in his address to the Senate.”
Mas Amedda’s lips curled into something that was not quite a smirk, but not far from it.
“There is a difference between rhetoric and pragmatism, Supreme Commander,” he said, his voice smooth, measured, “A leader does not always speak his mind in public. The Chancellor says what he must to maintain the people’s faith. That does not mean he intends every word.”
Sev’rance Tann studied him for a moment, tilting her head slightly. “Then tell me, Vice Chair; what does your Chancellor actually intend for his Republic?”
“A safe and secure society. One unplagued by internal and external conflict,” Amedda exhaled through his nostrils, the barest flicker of amusement crossing his face, “I might ask the same of you, Supreme Commander. What do you intend for your Confederacy?”
The room fell into a brief, tense silence.
Then, slowly, Sev’rance Tann leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. The dim bunker lights cast sharp shadows across her face, and her crimson ruby eyes seemed aflame like molten steel then.
“I suppose the Confederacy…” she mused curiously, as if she hadn’t quite made up her own mind, “...will become whatever I want it to be.”
Comments
Ewout
Watch out what you wish for, lest the 3 movies are made by disney
Ewout
I highly doubt that she became on with the force. No way she's trained enough for that. I think Ahoka is either dead or managed to somehow jump away. Barriss died in the fighting, Obi-Wan is one of the surviving masters. I imagine he's going to go to either Anakin or Teta.
Antic Master
This reminds me of a class I took on analysing Modernist literature: the Jedi are no longer shackled by the conventions, taboos, rules or restrictions of the old order. The same way all that made sense and the very culture which was considered the highest form of art and prestige has now been dashed and shattered into oblivion, the new generation are liberated to pursue what they want, however they want without fear of prior chains restraining them. In other words, the Jedi’s chains are now broken.
FunnyHats
I believe Ahsoka became one with the force and Barriss stayed with the last stand on the Jedi temple.
PandaV4
Yeah, as long as Sidious is alive he will do everything he can to hunt down all surviving jedi. I see only one valid choice for most of the Jedi. Join a faction opposing Sidious.
Dav
Not sure either, but I haven't been playing that close of attention. I remember that in beginning MC said that he had seen sequel movies, so it might not. Though idk if OP has taken stuff from legends as well.
TheLostGolem
Are we in that time line? I personally like that time line more but at the same time, I haven't seen anything that hints at whether we are in the disney time line or not.
Kaywye
Depends on what you are looking for in life. If you are a Jedi who can place the need to use the force to the side, then it is absolutely possible to settle down and live quietly. Most won't be able to though...so they will give themselves away eventually.
FunnyHats
I enjoy that's it's not a everything is fixed and good forever story. It's a better situation then it would have been. The galaxy has an uncertain future, but life is uncertain.
FunnyHats
Or three movies.
Dav
Personally I'm a fan of Tann, but sadly this story is from MCs perspective, so I suspect things won't end up the way she hopes.
Dav
His advice about settling down was stupid.
Dav
Is it confirmed she's alive?
Dav
This is nice and all, but I fear a fractured galaxy will be easy for Yuuzhan Vong to roll over.
Dav
And what about the chosen one prophecy? Maybe there is still time for him to swoop in and kill off Palpatine.
Dav
So that's why the ending felt slightly rushed?
Bob
Tann turned down the exchange of officers. It’s only regular troops. Probably to help her consolidate power. She doesn’t want Calli back, she doubles Rains effectiveness
EnderScroll
Retiring or taking up a nice cushy job as a naval academy instructor would be perfect fits for him.
Kaiser Chris
I actually like these developments. Even if Tann doesn't seek immortality or is commiting genocides for fun, she's still using the Dark Side casually and this shows the dangers of banal corruption, when you turn to evil in such a mundane fashion that it becomes unnoticable.
Kaiser Chris
There is no way in hell Trench could forcibly subdue Dooku no matter the fancy Cortosis droids. So it likely means whatever plans Trench and Rain got cooked up, Dooku is a willing participant or watcher which is very interesting.
Kaiser Chris
Palps is definitely copying the classic Sith playbook with the Cold War from SWTOR. The Sith Empire never wanted coexistence with the Republic, they were forced to by Vitiate, but the Cold War was convenient for rest and round 2, which is definitely in Palpatine's aims. He's probably banking on the Death Star or some sort of grand plan which allows him to form the Empire in a decade or two.
Daniel Andrews
There are a few plot lines that I’d like to see tied up. Like if barris actually made it off coruscant what’s going on with Asoka or Konobi or skywalker.
Lincoln B.
Still have 4 more epilogue chapters left. So he will probably be in one of those
StarBat
Shit. If. Tammy gets kamino... Her force sensitive army will be in arms reach.
Kaywye
I'm concerned. What is Rain going to do? Retire? He gave good advice to the Jedi...now he's just going to fade into the background of society, and let Tann do her thing? Hmmm. Actually from his perspective, that might not be that bad.
N0T0B0K
All this and I am left wondering, where is Anakin Skywalker? Did I miss him in an earlier chapter?
Straven
I'll admit I've no clue wtf the confederate ruler us thinking with this chapter.
Sean McClain
Thats a good point, though the death star is almost more effective in ship to ship combat since it's a hard target (unless you know the weakness) while the conqueress can be overwhelmed easily. Though I do wonder how the death star would hold up to a hyper velocity mass driver.
M0och
I am really hoping Thrawn makes an appearance in one of these epilogues
Orbnet
This feels like there should be like 2 more books from this story
Orbnet
Wait really?
Mad Max
Serenno had heavy planetary shields. Conqueress overloaded them with one shot, and had a second ready to go immediately. And you get much less warning with Conqueress than with the death star, since Conqueress can fire from long range and have the slug appear before any data about the ship appears planetside.
Mad Max
Not for another two years at least. Author starts their mandatory military service soon.
Ewout
God I hope Trench manages to restore the authority of raxus secundus
Marcin
Yeah well here we have the Saruman vs Sauron debacle... the one who wins will be strong and devoid of doubts :P Lets hope Severence isnt stupid :P
Fred Johnson
Trench has made many comments about maneuvering to force tann to give power back to the Confederate Senate after dooku was killed/captured
MaliMi
I wonder, will there be a sequel?
Duke of Coffee
I wonder if Master Yoda survived and escaped... 3-4 more epilogues left to read... 😞
LockNesTom
That doesn't mean much if she gets him alone (Im not betting on him if she pulls a lightsaber) or sends assasins. If he opposes him I'm downright concerned. She's less political machiavelli, mostly cause she has the political instincts of a gorilla, more Director of Intelligence type.
Mrsean22
Well Palpatine is still alive but his empire is basically never happening. It's more a dictatorship with the Republic name on it. The fact he wants a ceasefire with the CIS speaks of his situation with the break away states he is facing. Though I'm pretty sure Palpatine still wants the entire galaxy so basically lied to Tann. Then we have the Jedis situation or at least a general idea on a few of them. If they want a high position? Then the Restoration Republic is the way to go because they would love giving them high positions because it gives them PR on them being the Rightful Republic. Could just quit but get the feeling a majority are not doing that. Really depends on the individual Jedi wants really. Palpatine is still their enemy so they might still want to fight. Though have no idea how the Jedi at Empress Teta are doing or the Jedi that were with Anakin are doing. Anakin and Scout did have a good amount of Jedi with them.
Peter
Great epilogue but I’m dying to know what happened to Anakin and who he’s allied with now. Also did padme give birth safely?
Sean McClain
Depopulate a planet is not new, a large formations of capture ships with turbo layers constantly firing will wipe out all live in every major city. The extreme velocity asteroid impact could also do that. But a weapon that actually blows up a planet, is a whole other story. You can defend against Conqueress with planetary shields but a death star is pretty much unstoppable unless you blow up the internal reactor.
Puncake1102
Rain is the perfect counter to her, he has the corporate connections, force blankiness, and a dreadnaught busting superweapon
Puncake1102
Didn't Rain have an off-screen bit where he told her about the truth behind the war? I imagine Palpatine's sithiness would have come up then
Puncake1102
Scary part is that the Death Star isn't even that scary anymore, a dreadnaught sized Conqueress would be far more dangerous and would likely be easier to mass produce
Fourhand
All fun, and I will always clap and woot when Rahm Kota gets his vindication. I notice a distinct lack of Obiwan mentions, despite him also being there as a survivor of Serenno, he is not there with Kota (unless I missed him somehow). He is a surviving member of the Council, he is well respected, but most importantly he more than anyone can try to bring Anakin on board with the new jedi, and not Palpatine's Dark New Order. I suspect that he is on a beeline to that task, with Rain's greatest hopes. Somewhat sad he couldn't be confirmed to Kota and Undili, but speed is of great value.
Sean McClain
Remember Rains goals: break the corrupt Republic, ensure not all jedi die, win the war at least for his home planet's future and one more thing. Everything so far has been more or less accomplished. He has one more task and it's a big one: Stop the death star from being made. The alt clone wars is over, alt rogue one has begun.
BigBillyWilly
I could see Trench and Bonteri being approached by concerned politicians, but I doubt either of them would actually try anything. Both seem content that the Confederacy lives, regardless of who's at the helm, their duty was fulfilled.
BigBillyWilly
Thanks for the chapter! Looks like instead of one, it's the birth of two Empires.
Mad Max
She doesn't know that Palps is a Sith here though. Unless Rain tells her.
Monkey.D.Luffy98
Very nice! Now where is Cali and when is Rain freeing her 😂 Also, seems like Palpy has to adjust his plans for his *New Order* a little
Jarrik32
Well this chapter has confirmed a lot of my suspicions from the last chapter. Palpatines glorious masterstroke finally bringing revenge of the Sith down on the Republic has been royally botched leaving him with a thoroughly phyrric 'victory'. The Jedi are scattered but not broken and history is riddled with examples of where that leads. The Republic has been sheared in half and his victory over the restorationists is anything but a certainty, he would never have even considered a cease fire (which is all this is) if his back wasn't to the wall. While even if he wins that war, a second and likely even bloodier second Confederation war looms. If Tann has any sense she'll strike the second Chandrila falls (if it even does) to finish off Palpatines proto-Empire. A stable peace treaty with the rebels would likely hold but she's already been burned by one Sith. No one in their right mind would fall for that trick twice.
LockNesTom
I early on in this series i was a fan of Tann. Now? Now I'm getting concerned, mightily concerned. Shes becoming a problem, maybe even a threat. I half expected this series to end up with Rain as an Imperial Admiral after the Clone Wars, now? I got no idea lol looking forward to it
Asharzal
Prisoner exchange? Well, looks like we're getting Calli back that way. Honestly I kinda want Rain and Calli to take a step back now and if not settle down, than do something close to it. Have a kid or nine.
Puncake1102
Tann’s doing what some could call a pro gamer move, lmao. I wonder how the Chiss Ascendancy would react to hearing their exile/attache officer has taken control of 1/4 the known galaxy
Kriegsdude
Honestly at this point I'm sort of hoping for a coup against Tann, and judging by the amount of people on the Confederacy worrying about it, it probably has enough support to succeed.
Trailblazer
Space Prussia time? Space Prussia time. Well at least the Corpos got screwed out of this state.
